That's the funny thing about life
You just never know what's going to happen when you wake up on a Tuesday
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Our sweet puppies, I know, I know, I wrote to you just last week. But since we brought you home, you've been all-encompassing (in the best of ways).
Plus, so many friends and family have asked about how you're doing and requested pictures(!)
I can't remember the last time we went so long without cooking or sleeping for that matter. And our “I love you” notes now include a ps like
“Please extract the bone from the vacuum.”
So far we've covered everything from walking on a leash to where to find the potty (hint: through the back door and into the grass .. we'll review this again in ten minutes or so). Although I know I'll forget many of the highlights from these early days, I also know I won't forget the ones I'll need to carry with me
Yesterday Sally, the tag on your bed was bothering you terribly (your distaste for tags is unmatched). You barked and chewed at it until finally, I got the scissors, and all was well with the world. Then you retreated to the kitchen, only to return carrying your favorite toy for yet another emergency tag-removal procedure
By the time we were finished, you'd brought them all to me. I'd cut the tags, and together we'd released discomfort and saved the lives of the plush
Sally, here's what my heart knows about you. You're fierce, feisty, and oh so sweet.
The first couple of days, you were pretty quiet. Then, oh my, you became so terribly fun. It’s as if we tucked you in as an 8-week old puppy and you awoke as a crazy toddler hyped up on fun-sized candy bars.
Your best days are spent rolling in the mud, splashing in puddles, taking things out of the cupboards, sitting on my lap, and walking at the park. I can tell you're quietly making sense of everything around you, and when you see something that isn't quite right
you'll let me know
If it weren't for you, my golden girl, nobody would know about baths in the kitchen sink, Harry wouldn't have anyone nibbling on his leash (or his tail), and the cats would emerge from hiding.
Harry, our gentle giant, we're as crazy in love with you as we are your sister. How did I ever make it through the days without Harry snuggles and wet nose kisses?
I love that when I pick you up, your head instinctively nuzzles into my neck. Your deep, dark, gentle eyes make my heart melt, and you have a way of making the world well again
It warms my heart that you give Z big sloppy kisses, and want to be right by his side.
Our little one, you came to us sicker than we realized. The first couple of days when you didn't want to eat, we thought maybe it was because of a new environment. After a trip (or two) to the vet, I'm happy to report that we're well on the road to recovery
You're definitely going to need your power. Certainly, there's Miss Sally, but next week we're also starting six weeks of puppy kindergarten. Just wait, all the things we're going to learn(!)
If there ever was an unsung hero in these first few weeks, it's definitely your dad.
His love for all of us is so very evident. While we're all settling into a new routine, he's been up like clockwork in the middle of the night. We love him extra for treat runs to the store, puppy bones in his pockets, and never complaining about carrying the poop bag.
He's great playing with bouncy balls, telling jokes, and keeping things light around here. He's a champion when it comes to the sanitize cycle on the washer, and cooking us yummy things on the grill.
You’re the luckiest puppies in the world to have him
Perspective is a funny thing.
Piles of clean unfolded laundry isn’t a chore to you; it’s a warm bed for cuddling. Squeaky toys are musical instruments; dust bunnies are future plush toys (without the tags)
Thank you for teaching us your ways our sweet Harry and Sally
For reminding us that life is better when we're together, to always remember to play and to savor whatever the day brings
We love you
ps: Harry and Sally at 8-weeks old